July 27, 2015

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It’s pretty terrible. I know everyone has insects this time of year NSXity Services works on it

What caught my eye though was when I lifted the bricks to side and let the massive colonies breathe summer fresh air within a minute they had moved the majority of the eggs. It’s hard not admire them

They managed to carry every egg into the seams

Tonight looking under every brick no eggs



My little house plant, an import from deserts afar, but not a sun loving plant, thrives a few inches from where the ants had been, rumoured now to float above their infinity.





Brad’s strangest plant yet, on his side of the yard. There’s a tendency to imagine quite a volume of seeds emerging from these never before seen being.




July 1, 2015

Consciousness in time

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the real canada still exists
the friendly canada.
so different the world world
instead of the politically talked about world
Police brutality had turned a sizeable part of the community against the state
and they weren’t riots, they were standing their ground – helicopters fly over
but people are mostly friendly on the ground
in fact people just stand out of your way
99.999 go about their day without conflict
even actual gangsters wouldn’t be tripping people in the subways
routinely calm days
The last time something actually happened was the big power outage
eventless days on the subway
I find the Greater Toronto section of the Toronto Star the best 
for mornings, but will read metro daily cover to cover
vapid world monitor with curnels of reality 
but on writing theory and fast learning the blend of calisthenics mental calisthenics in non-gravity situations
and turning uphills into levels with only re-examination of the hill
and associated shifts in walking style
uphills are practically energizing where you can lean on the hill as you walk
even while using the uphill gravity to smoothe out hip and leg cramps or
and it all applies to poetry every second of it from kwai chiang caine to the sparrows that day
communicative beings they are
influenced by everything, as we all are

June 18, 2015

Wioletta Greg’s Finite Formulae and Theories of Chance as translated by Marek Kazmierski in reviewq

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Such a great book of poetry. I’ve found six or seven poems and quotes would directly go in to the great poetry joys of all time with William Butler Yeats Second Coming, WS Merwin’s Beginning, NS Shelley’s Clouds and the wind itself. Poems so fast or changeful every word so quick.

My first read of the poems my habitualist western mind’s speed counts was missing constantly, zipping to the end of the punctuation and having to go back.
Thats why poetry lasts 400 years whereas prose struggles to find a century or two.

Reading again and again and better the next time there’ll be poems that the same person has re-read hundreds of thousands of times as well as everyone else re-reading them several dozen times just like hearing Bob Marley songs ‘could you be love’ and the many forms of punk poetry all over the planet

but so fantastic
“A man leaps out of a four wheel drive and, camera in hand, runs toward the rushes. I’m certain he wants to show his wife, who is dying in St. Mary’s Hospital, how pale blue heron’s eggs are hatching by the lake.”

My first experience of that

It was fully exhiliarating reading every poem, always my mental assumptions of pacing flying end over end and having to go back and on third try getting the turn of grammar completely with triple pay off


May 14, 2015

Encounter with Constabulary, and dooring issues

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I had a full fledged interaction with the constabulary today.

It went well. Zooming on my bike
via every shortcut toward the subway station –
like Apollinaire – scores! – Rangers! –

There’s an oft empty little park but today
one side of it was swarming with kids and teachers,
wildly unpredictable for a cyclist

so I went around the park the other way
and presto, they’ve got two giant policemen there
stopping people who – car or bike – didn’t
come to full stop at the stop sign.
No one comes to a full stop at that very open
wide view intersection unless someone’s crossing or in the way.
(I for one never run anyone over and just get out of the car’s ways…
Needless to say every passerby on wheels was being processed.
It was like being carded. And at the same time, it was
being. They were nice. If I had to do it every day
I’d choose another route or not go –
Our neighbourhood here legitimately is
the safest mplace in North America
this is sheer John Toryism
maybe he’s a Tory and the harpercons asren’t
but rather oil mongers from a failed tea party sect of terrorism
go on rcmp csis army take down the scandella’s
with billions in false advedrtizxing party promotion
and cruel criminal failures of the constitution
and self interested spending
some half baked theoretical politics
..I myself have no political following and am against following
but my politics for roughly 25 years
would have been better than elected

end of the day though all this scanner data
john tory’s google earth

I knew I’d not stopped at the visible stop sign
and that my bike has no bell or light and I wear no helmet
meaning I could be lectured for half an hour and ticketted
for hundreds of dollars. Grim.

I pull to a stop and have the sense of relief – I’m on the way to work
so there’s not a thing controversal about me –
no mickey nor ought else, just yesterdays’ newspapers
and the honey lemon lozenges I have to prevent throat catches
on the subway – that have lasted all winter , and trala, I have
no record of any kind so I just go full on with cooperation and respectfulness

I’ve still got it. They loved me.
One was about 6.8 and the other about 6.6
so that was weird. Giant polite white guys, damned impressive.
Really clear spoken, non-inflammatory, clear and firm and definite,
but most importantly is clear, this is exactly whats happening.
one likely 40, the other more like 29 or so, if that,
hard to tell age with really tall people.

Pure patience as the 6.8 40 yr old took my health card
into his cruiser and typed things in for twenty minutes.
Shrugs when I had to say no, I don’t have a drivers license
or anything with my address on it. Only the health card with photo.
And the throat lozenges. That and a maroon coloured jersey
no one else would wear. People know it’s me. Thats all I got.

Took so long the younger cop suddenly laughs.
We’ve been standing there like statues for ever
and it seems like he wants to give up the ghost,
say ‘Obviously everyone on a bike rolls through there
and no park go’ers have ever been hit, and obviously
I’m not doing anything else, but try to go to work,
perfectly nice reasonable person doing the same little bike ride
he’s done for 15 years to that same subway station in all seasons
without incident as either perpettrator or victim of crime –
Ive been neither for 33 straight years in the area
minus 1989-92 where I had identical results in Vancouver.
(People have tried to get after me, but failed.
And I have a full on strong and intense preference
to not harm people or animals or damage anything
and so ~

The 29 year old 6.5 guy after deformalizing a little and conversing
about crime in the area – I think he’d also noticed I was a fair
bit older, and civil, and not some rampaging freewheeller rawbrain out there
so we discussed traffic issues in the area, –
the subtleties of the dooring issue – ‘like rifles, they open their door – boom’
but we both knew that tickets and creating tension about it
won’t help with the instinct in a car to be talking and pop the door open
as you’re getting out, breaking off conversation with the person who gave them a lift *
a politeness to the favour of liftgiving that costs we bicyclists our lives
and well being. I’ve been a car passenger
When suddenly deciding to get out at a red light
from in traffic, the haste and complexity of doing it quickly
and expressing enough thanks is nearly impossible.
You’re checking over your shoulder and talking to the driver
and preparing to get out of the car all at once.
Busses are the only ones that do it right, not opening the door
until at the stop. Yet it seems obvious to say hey we’re stopped anyway
and do this fast exit.

Just then another bike comes whirring around the corner
and the 29 year old steps out there, now he looks 6.8
hand out, and I watch a cyclist enjoy the rhapsodic bliss
of encourtering two giant police of a sudden, while hurrying to work
guilty of going past a stop sign.

And in the same moment the now 6.9 one comes over
a neck and head taller than me, so odd to look up to someone
to that extent, as I haven’t conversed with anyone that much taller than me
since grade 7, A fit but thick and strong 6.9
he gives me back my health card,
says today they are issuing warnings
and you’ve been nice to me so I’m going to let you go
with a warning. Gives me this whole typed up thing
that I did not read at the time. And lost by the time I was at work.
It fell out of my pocket and I have no idea what was on it.
Lost either on the streets or in the subway
or on the bus because I forgot all about it
til telling Molly at work about the occurance.
Tiring workday then once home bike to the bus station
to get my ticket for Saturday, then long tiring uphill back
and up a stiff cement incline to a noxious busy downtown street
a mass of police in bright yellow jackets. Weird as well.
and the light just turning yellow as I get there exhausted
with a long uphill ride home to finally terminate the workday.

At least 8 police in near enough distance to see my
bike has no bell. And I’m standing there on my bike
beside them facing the long uphill of that intersection
with zapping annoying traffic from all angles
thinking just how tiring it would be
to have one of them make an issue of the
paraphenalia on my bicycle. Physical day work
extra complexity to journey to work,
long ride to make sure I get my tickets at the greyhound station
long ride ahead when i’m ready to lie down and nap
and my right leg had had more than enough through the day.

And I hear one of them say “The day went better than expected
pretty well in fact” – and the light turned and I heliumed off
go by more police ahead, no idea why so many downtown today
some event.

I get past that area and no sooner into regular biking streets
I’m nearly doored by this guy who launches his car door out of nowhere
almost deliberate, and I do this big fan out move on my bike
and look to say what hell and the guy looks angrily at me
and I hear him shove his door out even more forcefully
making a point because he was mad at how I looked at him
for nearly dooring me.

Tomorrow I shall be on the island. 001

May 1, 2015

Earliest Incipient Spring

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DSCF0141 Spring has rarely been so gloriously warm yet mild after the intensely wintry winter thats come through, paring away at the wildlife through the winter. But there are winged foul in the air and little fast birds and cats still. Whats a few days of foraging for them is hiphop orchestra in trees, which produce spring growth at a rate of by the second of sunshine, while everything mammalian and inner skeletonned is just mentally adjusting, and starvedly looking for food. It’s been so cold some of the groundhogs have just let go.

All the hibernators amaze me but the trees have it down and they were visibly transforming all day – get those leaves out there! as if every branch were poets at work. DSCF0148DSCF0146DSCF0149DSCF0144DSCF0147DSCF0143DSCF0145

April 27, 2015

April 27 Squirrel Week Begins!

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Nice spring day here, nice spring. And Mondays are so special.
Mondays you get to get up into your worklife and get a taste of the future.

“Another weekend ends in photos and waking to a rainy workday”


The concerns of the week so distinct from the concerns of Saturday and Sunday
At any given time how many hundreds or thousands may be rioting
but 98% are doing what they do, taking the kids to school,
doing mass transit, learning something at their job
The time comes when the Koch Bros could respect all the effort

You did it, you solved the riddle of the Sphinx and survived the winter

Myrical Clouds Day

California will soon be out of water and already was disaster prone
I know people there and know they love it
but no water can be a bit of a headache
Here we live in what was once the largest fresh water ocean
back when the shore was up in Downsview (1000,000 years ago
or back when it was at St Clair Avenue and the traintracks 10,000 years ago
All of downtown Toronto is the bottom of this former ocean
and Lake Ontario is still as large as time is convex
and even cement will be opals and diamonds in a billion years


The feral cats may not appreciate this either
and yet it’s a struggle for them as well
beautiful cat006
This one really impressed me. His or her positioning there
on the steep landfall down into the ravine below our industrial tableau
reinforced with endless concrete the cat is in the rough
stalking a squirrel in a tree that goes all the way down
to the land around the creek, where it’s like glaciers
crashed into an already extant lake in prehistory
plunged out the ravine system (in the suddenly chill area
Imagine living here as glaciers came through!

and there’s this cat, a 100 foot up the side of the fall
patiently watching the squirrel 004

Squirrels have made themselves so unpopular with so many people
who just dream of a world without squirrels
but squirrels are a fantastic species
I’ve bought a whole bag of quality nuts and look forward to amazing them
as the week begins


April 3, 2015

A Myanmar Prison – In the Name of the Buddha

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I try to think of any belief or totem of thought that would lead to the belief
in such a sentence being valid – Something some other party could say
about something I believed in that would merit their punishment as a nonbeliever
on such strict grounds. There simply isn’t anything. If someone indicated harm
to someone you could see putting them out of the option to do that harm.
But a remark, an image, about something everyone knows some believe in
and some do not remains ridiculous to me.

Even as the Good Friday Easter Sunday presentations ready themselves.
It’s a yearly challenge, between fascinating reminscenses across my
five and a half decades, (and sincere lack of belief or even sense-making
of the religion. …Roman penal system tortures the still young wonderkind to death
in grotesque public display, and out of this beginning, Rome becomes
centre of the church obsessed with crucifiction and redemption after suffering,
mercifulness, and an ever emboldened activist strip. It’s not that it’s not
dramatic enough for me, but evidence. So I’d be an apostate in orthodox Russia
(like the female punk band, yes, pussy riot) or a heretic somewhere else
or an evil atheist in a born again stadium church in America. But I would not
stop thinking I was just myself, with every right to exist, reflecting on the world I’m in.


April 1, 2015

Today in Cloud Meetings

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We are clouds, hot red clouds
in dry smoothe winter skin
in clouds of thought all the time
cast zooming across the sky

We are such small fiery little clouds
that we see the clouds as if they
were in slow motion, a laughable notion.
Constantly observing still frames

and with no access at all to the
greater interconnectedness of it all
No way at all to see all the cloud movements
and challenges of any given day


March 5, 2015

Ice Falcons and Merganser Falconry

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???????????????????????????????The joy that is weather

and the foible that the city avoids lawsuits

in a thick briny coating on all the electrical works in the city
to cause outage generating corrosion
large swathes of town including my work environ
without Electricity today. So after weeks
of being tortured with stories of suffering ducks
on the lake frozen out of their food and habitat,
I hurried down there with kale and bread
in the unexpected day off
to try to reach the odd one,
with another ARCTIC BLAST coming in tonight
as ABC put it. (Arctic Blast Corporation, we could call it.)
All I found were these three
Ice Falcons, each different looking because of the cold.
One was a spectacular interfolding many shades of
brown and white and blackish, incredibly similar to a duck really,
though these were Ice Falcons, because of their behaviour.
Another had a velvetty green head and flashed bright&black patches
on his wings, like the people of Northern England do, especially on holiday.
With falcons you have to catch them in the mood to be photographed
and the third one, obviously somewhat thinned by the non-advancing weather
circled wide and far and back over us again.
The distance he flew made one entirely doubt it was thinking of our little area. The last time it came along I’d already had a couple tries with the camera  fast like about 90 miles an hour, the long sleek bird looked like a machine gunner plane coming straight at me but on this last charge such as horns should have been resounding rapidly it hurled out its wings and parts and landed.
No interest in the bread or kale for this one tho, that was attracted most
by the patch of unfrozen water, which our presence had alerted it too.
You will see all three of the birds in the final frame very clearly.

February 12, 2015

Where I Went Today

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 2:43 pm

Left work a little early for the terrific snowfall


While it was a bit of a “snow storm”
the air was fresh and the temps were warmest they’d be
through early next week (

and it was such a photographic opportunity


the snow felt nice
the air was fantastic
like aloe vera champagne
and there was a hawk to follow



I was also prey

having followed the hawk well into the woods
then seeing it flying back from whence I had come
figured i’d press on, sensed movement above
and it was all these starlings


then was back the way i’d come. Those starlings
those starlings could have swarmed down on me
it was a strange moment when as i went beyond them
the whole group moved up to the next tree again overhead again


so good for the oxygen
and excercize for the legs



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